You were Rosalind Potter, you were Harry Potter's older sister and you were the bestfriend of the Weasley Twins since first year. You and Fred dated in sixth year after the kiss in a kayak at night off curfew, it was Fred's idea.

Now you and Fred were 17 years old and you're both engaged. Fred recently find out that you could stitch and crochet almost anything and everything. Fred was admiring you even more than before, plus you were pregnant of 4 months and capable of stitching and crocheting was admirative for him.

Molly treated you like one of the Weasleys, and had a very special place in her heart for you since day one, when you and Fred had met in your first year. Fred blabbered about how cool you were, how well you treated him, and so much more than that.

Right now, you were sitting at your desk in your room's you lived at The Burrow and you got your sewing machine in front of you and some needles to stitch as Fred was beside you.

“Rosalind, m’love, mind stitching my jumper? I’ve accidentally ripped it by wearing it...” Fred asked awkwardly and sheepishly, handing you the wool sweater that you offered him for Christmas in sixth year, it was a dark red wool sweater with his initial in orange on it.